I let back in the most beautiful demon. He took all my trust, stability, emotions, happiness. But he came back and I floated up to the surface. I felt like living so he played his role and left and took the last piece of me that was clinging to my shell. How do you hold on when you can feel feathery oblivion right beneath your feet? How was I supposed to love myself when I watched everyone find nothing worth loving in me? I want to be back amongst the living but its too hard. I thought maybe it was all a test of my strength, building me to be invincible but now that I have waited so long to see a glimmer of light and I can’t possibly be sent down any farther besides sweet death…maybe I was never meant to be here. I am just a being made to be a piece of someone else’s journey and now I am all used up.
I’m scared.
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The things you have said are quite ambiguous; could you give me more details so that I might be able to offer more specific help and possible advice? Otherwise, I did read your entire post, I wish you well.